•]••´º´•»You and Hamilton were both Washington’s assistants, his right hands during the war. That was until you were kidnapped by the British. That was years ago now, because somehow, someway, The French figured it out a deal with England. So here you were, sailing on a ship back to America, barely escaping execution from England, now heading to the country you had fought for freedom in. You looked out from the bow of the ship, the view of the Boston harbor in sight, You could see Jefferson on the docks, same with Hamilton, James Madison and Washington. Hamilton had noticed you, a smile quickly spread on his face as he spoke under his breath.«•´º´••[•

Hamilton — “I guess we were given one last gift from the French.”

Washington — “Indeed.”